Preston, Thomas · published 1570 · first performed or written 1561 [c.1558-1569] (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 517 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Complaints and Proof, redress will I, all this your misery: Depart with speed from whence you came, & strait command by me The Execution man to come, before my grace with haste. For to fulfil this your request, no time we mean to waste. My Lord, before my grace go call, Otian this judges Son: And he shall hear and also see: what his father hath done. The Father he shall suffer death, the Son his room succeed And if that he no better prove, so likewise shall he speed. As your grace hath commandment given, I mean for to fulfil: Accursed Judge couldst thou consent, to do this cursed il? According unto thy dentaund, thou shalt for this thy gilt: Receive thy death before mine eyes, thy blood it shallbe spilled. Behold (O King) Sisamnes Son, before you doth appear. Otian this is my mind, therefore to me come near. Thy father here for judgement wrong procured hath his death: And thou his son shalt him succeed, when he hath lost his breath And if that thou dost once offend, as thou seest thy father have: In likewise thou shalt suffer death, no mercy shall thee save. O mighty King, vouchsafe your grace, my father to remit: Forgive his fault, his pardon I do ask of your as yet. Alas although my father hath your Princely heart offended: Amendss for miss he will now make▪ & faults shallbe amended. In stead of his requested life, pleaseth your grace take mine: This offer I as tender Child, so duty doth me bind. Do not entreat my grace no more, for he shall die the death, Where is the Execution man, him to bercave of breath. At hand and if it like your grace, my duty to dispatch: In hope that I when deed is done, a good reward shall catch. Dispatch w sword this judges life, extinguish fear and cares: So done, draw thou his cursed skin, straight over both his ears. I will see the office done, and that before mine eyes. To do the thing my king commands, I give the enterprise. Otian my son the king to death (by law hath me condemned And you in room and office mine, his graces will hath placed. Use justice therefore in this case, and yield unto no wrong: Jest thou do purchase the like death, or ever it be long. O father dear, these words to hear, that you must die by force Bedews my cheeks w stilled tears, the King hath no remorse. the gréeudus gréefꝭ & strained sighs, my heart doth break in twain And I deplore most woeful child, that I should see you slain. O false and fickle frowning Danie, that turneth as the wind: Is this the joy in father's age, thou me assignest to find? O dole full day, unhappy hour, that loving child should see: His Father dear before his face, thus put to death should be. Yet Father give me blessing thine, and let me once embrace: Thy comely corpse in folded arms, & kiss thy ancient face.
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Complaints and Proof, redreſſe wil I, all this your miſery: Departe wt ſpeed from whence you came, & ſtraight cōmaūd by me The Executiō man to come, before my grace with haſte. For to fulfil this your requeſt, no time we meane to waſte. My Lord, before my grace go call, Otian this Iudges Sonne: And he ſhall heare and alſo ſée: what his father hath doon. The Father he ſhall ſuffer death, the Sonne his roume ſuccéed And if that he no better prooue, ſo likewiſe ſhall he ſpéed. As your grace hath cōmaundment giuen, I meane for to fulfil: Accurſed Judge couldſt thou conſent, to doo this curſed il? According vnto thy dentaund, thou ſhalt for this thy gilt: Receiue thy death before mine eyes, thy blood it ſhalbe ſpilt. Beholde (O King) Siſamnes Sonne, before you dooth appéere. Otian this is my minde, therfore to me come néer. Thy father heer for Iudgmēt wrong procured hath his death: And thou his ſonne ſhalt him ſuccéed, whē he hath loſt his breth And if that thou dooſt once offend, as thou ſéeſt thy father haue: In likewiſe thou ſhalt ſuffer death, no mercy ſhall thée ſaue. O mightie King, vouchſafe your grace, my father to remit: Forgiue his fault, his pardon I doo aſke of your as yet. Alas although my father hath your Princely hart offended: Amends for miſſe he wil now make▪ & faults ſhalbe amended. In ſted of his requeſted life, pleaſeth your grace take mine: This offer I as tender Childe, ſo duty dooth me binde. Doo not intreat my grace no more, for he ſhall dye the death, Where is the Execution man, him to bercaue of breath. At hand and if it like your grace, my duty to diſpatch: In hope that I when déed is doon, a good rewarde ſhall catch. Diſpatch wc ſwoord this Iudges life, extinguiſh fear and cares: So doon, draw thou his curſed ſkin, ſtrait ouer bothe his eares. I wil ſée the office doon, and that before mine eyes. To doo the thing my king commaunds, I giue the enterpriſe. Otian my ſonne the king to death (by law hath me condemned And you in roume and office mine, his graces wil hath placed. Vſe Iuſtice therfore in this caſe, and yéeld vnto no wrong: Leſt thou doo purchaſe the like death, or euer it be long. O father déer, theſe words to hear, that you muſt dye by force Bedewes my chéeks wc ſtilled teares, ye King hath no remorce. the gréeudꝰ gréefꝭ & ſtrained ſighes, my hart doth breke in twain And I deplore moſte woful childe, that I ſhould ſée you ſlain. O falſe and fickle frowning Danie, that turneth as the winde: Is this the ioy in fathers age, thou me aſſigneſt to finde? O dole ful day, vnhappy houre, that loouing childe ſhould ſée: His Father déer before his face, thus put to death ſhould bée. Yet Father giue me bleſſing thine, and let me once imbrace: Thy comely corps in foulded armes, & kiſſe thy ancient face.